The cliffs are like knives, and the torrents are like waves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The canyon is as straight and narrow as if it had been split by the giant blade, and the rushing rapids crashed against the cliff walls, making a roar. On the cliff wall covered with vines and moss on the south side of the rapids, there is a crack about three zhang high more than ten zhang high from the rapids, which extends along the rapids to the distance, as if to cut the entire cliff wall on this side.

The hanging vines faintly separate the rising mist, and the condensed crystals decorate the vines into bead curtains, and the refracted light is full of poetry against the background of the snow in the distant mountains.

The cracks are spacious and dry, and the smooth pavement and walls are completely free of traces of axes and chisels. The road about ten zhang wide was covered with flags like a forest, and columns of brightly armored troops marched in neat steps, and cyan armor pieces loomed among the crimson robes, making rhythmic cheers with the pace.

Each soldier was carved out of a mold, his height and body shape were almost identical, and the eyes exposed between the helmet and the visor were shining, and the team of nearly a thousand people was all composed of martial arts masters. The thorn pattern on everyone's chest representing the royal family of Jing is the most elite unit of Jing State, the Praetorian Guard.

In the middle of the procession was a huge chariot, decorated with dragons and phoenixes, inlaid with jade gilt, extremely luxurious, in front of the chariot twelve blood-red horses, like the guards escorting them, neatly walking at a proud pace, as if participating in a dressage performance.

There was a barbecue grill on the chariot, and the golden sticks as thick as a child's arm passed through the body of an unknown animal and set it on the carbon fire in the gold plate, and dripping grease fell into the carbon fire from time to time, and the green smoke floated up with a sizzling sound. At each of the four corners stood a maiden dressed in a palace, holding a long-handled silk fan, gently waving up and down, wrapped in the greasy aroma of meat, constantly stimulating the taste buds of the guards around the chariot and testing their concentration.

"Really...... Comfort, ...... every day Eat ...... in the temple Those...... Green cabbage radish, mouth ...... It's all about ...... The Fade Out Bird is coming! With the golden knife in his hand, he cut off the long, thick strip of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, the senior brother muttered indistinctly, the expression of pain and happiness on his face, showing that the heat contained in the meat strip had caused him a lot of trouble.

"I am afraid that the reputation of the master of the first life of the unquit will be ruined in the hands of you, a wine and meat monk."

The person sitting opposite the elder brother had gray hair, a thin face, and was in good spirits, and the figure sitting there was like a pine and cypress, and the same gray beard was well-trimmed, and he was dressed in a pale cyan robe, with a moon-white ribbon tied around his waist, which looked simple and decent.

He picked up the shredded meat that had been torn by the maid on the plate with silver, tapped it twice in the spice plate in front of him, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and then tapped it a few times on his lips with a silk scarf before he said sarcastically.

"You're a hypocrisy, and you've become more and more like a girl since you became an offeror."

In the pleasing movements of the old man opposite, the senior brother had already killed most of the barbecue on his legs, picked up the sea bowl in front of him and poured two sips of wine, not looking at the old man opposite, and paying attention to the food on the barbecue grill.

"What wine and meat monk? This is called wine and meat passing through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart. Cultivating Buddhism is to cultivate with the heart, not with the mouth, and there is no need to talk about any rules and precepts. Besides, this roe deer is dead, so you might as well be buried in my temple of five internal organs, and in the future, I will ascend to Bliss with the master, which is also its creation. ”

Even if the senior brother was a sharp-tongued person when he was in the rivers and lakes, he fought with the second senior brother for decades, and now he is becoming more and more powerful, and like his martial arts cultivation, he is already a rare opponent.

"Humph! I think that Hongfo Temple is also in vain, what Buddhism is profound, and what is taught is some wine bags and rice bags. ”

Knowing that he couldn't talk about the senior brother, the old man turned the finger to Wukong, who was sitting beside him.

It has been more than four years since the integration of the exercises, and Wukong, who has increased the time spent traveling every year, has lost his greenness on his face, and there is a hint of stability and maturity between his eyebrows. Regarding the precept of wine and meat, there is indeed a Hongfo Temple, but it means that it must be observed when practicing in the temple, and there is no mandatory requirement for monks who leave the temple to hold this precept but follow their own heart.

The senior brother and the second senior brother have never kept this precept since they left the temple, and Wukong, who has not been officially shaved, will certainly not hold it, and he was originally a foodie in his previous life. At this time, although he was not as good as the elder brother, he was not much better, and his hands were full of oil.

Wukong glanced at the old man and did not answer. Because he retains Mu Ran's expression in his previous life, coupled with his sturdy figure, he gives people a clumsy feeling as a whole, and there are a few bull brothers around him, so in addition to going to the martial arts hall for guidance on weekdays, he has few opportunities to speak, and he is labeled as not good at words.

"Yes! I always say let him grow up, but he just doesn't listen, and it's not good to teach him a lesson, who makes him the master's heart? Do you want to teach him a lesson? Let him know what a true master is! ”

The elder brother blinked. He knew the strength of the old man and Wukong on the other side, and it should be between the two of them. Although the experience of his own junior brother may be a little insufficient, the so-called boxing is afraid of being less strong, and there should be a sixty percent chance of making the other party deflated, even if he can't win, he won't lose there, and he still has himself on the side.

"Hongfo Temple is really out of luck? Even his own disciples have to be disciplined by others? Hearing that he had a fight with Wukong, the old man's face became a little ugly.

"I don't think you dare!" Of course, the senior brother will not let him go,

"Master Wuhui is a man of temperament, don't pay too much attention to Lin Xianfeng." The last person sitting there spoke, his voice clear, although his words were very helpful to Lin Xian, but his calm tone sounded like he couldn't arouse the slightest anger.

This person is about the same age as Wukong, his face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like paint, he wears a beaded crown, he is wearing a red brocade robe, and an eight-clawed golden dragon is embroidered with gold thread on it.

He closed the folding fan in his right hand, picked up the wine jug, held the wide sleeved robe with his left hand, and continued while pouring wine: "In recent years, the name of Master Wukong's 'Stone Buddha' has been like thunder, and this fame competition has to rely on a lot, Master Wuhui is a little too modest!" ”

"Thank you, Prince!" Lin Xianfeng hurriedly straightened up, clasped his hands into fists, and both the senior brother and Wukong also bowed.

The Hongyuan Realm is very large, and no one can say how big it is, but most of the places are barren mountains and mountains, Hanhai deserts or thousands of blue waves, which are not suitable for human habitation. The area of Jingguo, where Hongfo Temple is located, is almost only 7,000 zhang in radius, and it is not necessary to run from one end to the other for a month on a fast horse, and it is surrounded by towering snow-capped mountains, and it is difficult for people to reach.

The Tiandao Gorge that I am walking now can be regarded as the only passage from Jing to the outside world, and it will take almost a month to reach the border city of the country and defend the country.

This situation is not unique to Jingguo, at least several countries around Jingguo are similar, the land area is not large, and the surrounding areas are also natural barriers, and the transportation is inconvenient. This makes the probability of a war between these countries very small, and even if it is fought, it is a trouble to manage, so the rare wars are all due to the reparations of the defeated countries.

But you can't just happily live a fairy tale life hand in hand! At first, there were a few boring children of the family with gambling money and martial arts masters, and they got together to gamble, and the gambling money was generally gold and silver treasures, craftsmen and utensils.

The martial arts masters are fighting for fame, the children of the family are trying to make profits, and the audience is out of control for the stimulation of the senses, and now it has become a fixed project every five years in Jing and several surrounding countries.

Of course, Hongfoji Temple will not send people to participate in this kind of competition, but it is not forbidden for lay disciples to voluntarily compete for fame, like Shirahoshi, who was educated by Wukong last time, came and became a member of the group of contestants who followed behind the chariot. Moreover, the Jingguo royal family can be said to be the largest worshipper of Hongfo Temple, so every time they compete for fame, they will send masters to act as the guards of the Jingguo royal family to protect their lives.

This time, Wukong happened to return to the temple, and in recent years, he has become famous in martial arts, and he has faintly become the first master of the younger generation, so Jing Ziwen asked him to participate on the grounds that Wukong has not yet been shaved.

In the past four years or so, Wukong has been taught by the second senior brother when chanting the scriptures, and the mudra technique is still not the opponent of the third senior brother. Recently, I have faintly felt the bottleneck, and it seems that I can break through again, and I hope that I can accumulate experience by fighting with others, and seeing that he is willing to participate, his master will not stop him.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the front has arrived in the Chaotic Stone Forest." At this time, the commander of the Praetorian Guard came to the chariot, turned over and dismounted, and reported.

I saw the cracks in the cliff wall gradually descending, and in the distance, I could see that the front was wide and wide, and there were many rocks, and the torrent raged among the rocks like a wild horse. A simple bridge made of giant trees held by two people is erected on top of some flat stones, forming a winding path, and below is a large and small whirlpool formed by the rapids, which looks very steep.

Wukong walked this road when he traveled, and knew that it was not as dangerous as it seemed, and the bridge deck made of iron and wood was more than a few feet wide, and the commander of the Praetorian Guard came to report it more because of the passing scene that must be taken.

"yes, got it!" Jing Ziwen responded lightly, and the superior atmosphere between the words was fully revealed, and there was no approachability just now.

……

"It's time to avenge the master, let's do it!"

An old man with a face as thin as the bark of a tree said in a low voice, his eyes were red, staring at Jing Ziwen, who had just passed through the chaotic stone forest in front of him and stepped out of the chariot because he had to make a short repair. He was accompanied by about a dozen people, all dressed as merchants, men, women and children, the youngest of whom was just a teenager, and saw that everyone's face was full of grief and indignation, and they all felt their sharp blades from their arms.

"Pounce, pounce!" The sharp blade entered the body, and everyone stabbed the sharp knife in their hands into their hearts. In the circular valley behind the rocky forest, in the dense jungle on both sides of the road, several groups of people from different directions surrounded the Praetorian Guards from a distance, and ended their lives in the same way, a fierce aura condensed above the dense forest, startling the birds and beasts in the forest to flee in all directions.

"Enemy attack!"

The Praetorian Guards, who were aware of the anomaly, shouted loudly, and quickly formed a circle around the chariot, guarding Jing Ziwen tightly. However, after the birds and beasts fled, the attackers were not seen for a long time, and there was an eerie silence all around. The bridge deck of the chaotic stone forest was crowded with people who came to defend the country or traveled to the country, and they all stopped, looking at the dozen or so corpses lying horizontally at the head of the bridge in front of them, and their mood was even more nervous than that of the Praetorian Guards.

When the fierce aura almost filled this piece of heaven and earth, a cyan sword light shot out from the dense forest, and a man dressed in a Taoist robe and fluttering clothes stepped on the sword, standing proudly in mid-air, staring coldly at Jing Ziwen.

"Immortal cultivator!"

Jing Ziwen's face was pale, his voice was dry, and his whole body almost collapsed on the chariot.